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Ovid Present May 2020
A full moons night, to lie in the sand, a dream is filling my head.
Summoned by the wind to hear its words I’m influenced by what is said.

“ Should you wedge your self in there… between the sky and the sea
You would trace across land and gain the wisdom to be free”

So, I focused on the line the horizon made and the city behind me began to fade.
Then by shedding my pockets and mans laws complete… I am gaining the feel of the earth through my feet.

Stretched out before me is time that past, and the permanence secured…from ancient to last.
As I arouse the spirits of water, sky, and earth I am having the sensation of living the lands birth.

Why do you infect me with what I did not know, if I’m to awake and required to go
“When I sing in a gust... The passions will repeat... and remind you to remember the feel of life’s beat.”
Ovid Present May 2020
In its face, you will see the serpent.
It preys on you, Your anguish, summoned by fading confidence.
Aware, the power is powerless; it still cripples the will of the outcast.
Time lost, pleasure fades in it feeding, I am so inadequate.
Protect me... protect myself from myself.
It is all I am that it consumes
I should feel this life,  just a moment’s glimpse, time with out despair.
It stills, gorging its self on myself
What showed me this, where was it learned, my serpent
Do I invent it or does it exist
I know to slay it, the weapon…me, I am so weak.
Again, I will see the serpent
Again, I will slash at it
Perhaps this time I will let go.
Tell me something, even the bad something
Ovid Present Apr 2020
Breath in breath out,
The exchange with mother will remove any doubt
Food and water are for the children to take
though blinded by a book, the host they forsake
Risen gods or will rise for another
They hope for a solution but don’t ask the mother.
The question was derived from a soil floor
Yet they partition for answers behind an oak door.
“Sacrifice your pleasures for heavenly salvation”…that bounty is free through earthly meditation.
Those who don’t live by a word but live through an eye… sense the rhythm of mother earth, water & sky.
Ovid Present Apr 2020
I  live back always on my day
7 years aged and the day I was made.
From my bed I hear the phone ring,
The kitchen echoed the strike of a match
Cigarette, the smoke scent sounds my alarm
I knew who was on the other side,
I tried, it just didn’t work, those were different times
The teacher, the bearer of School, antagonist
I  knew the result,
he tore into my room  lifting me from my bed by my hair
nothing  between me and the strap
thrown stomach to the ground, peering under the dresser
storm windows placed behind for summer storage
the glass revealed my reflection
my eyes were wide, and I gazed into myself,
Lost in my head eyes growing strong and, in my mind, “Nothing last forever”
His holler fads into the background,
This was far from the first, but this day I became aware
deep into my eyes.
light flashed through my body on the first blows strike And I turned the intended pain to galvanizing pleasure.
Reflecting in the glass, the impact recoiled the small body from the floor, and I am stronger,
“Nothing last forever”
Not a tear dropped, not a blow felt, I’m bigger than pain, aged 7 years
The day I was made.
Now I can take any anguish, and everything passes.

This glorious life and my time laden in adventure
All from the day I was made.
Ovid Present Apr 2020
Age
Life is eyed fading in shades of gray
Bright whites to dark black like the pass of a day
Now, I have a thought for those that grow old
Live from black to white, if you could mirror my bold
Even still changing in shades of gray
Ending in brilliance is a healthier way
It could seem a journey of lesson, something that would teach
As opposed to a path of death, that so many preach
From ignorance to wisdom, is the way we should live
The Idea of getting better would leave us more to give
Ovid Present Apr 2020
Curse my age! and its delicate Vices , all I have is online consumption. Ten years back my time would be better spent with drugs and drinking!
Ovid Present Apr 2020
We are now a population addicted to security behind masks. Our intimate interactions are through cloth embellished faces, neighbors stand confident purchasing groceries with mugs adorned in prophylactics.  Here we begin the death of casual ***... on to new hobbies.
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